A Muddy Mess

Here is a picture of me, a muddy mess, waiting to get a bath. The photograph of me is not a good one, I mean the mud doesn’t really show up but trust me, I’m knee deep in mud and here is my story!!!

Mamma has not been walking me every day so today I decided that I would go for a run. Mamma is not a runner so I decided to go without her. When she came home from work I heard her car pull into the garage and I waited for her to come into the house. When she did, I ran out. At first I didn’t think she saw me, but she did and before I knew it she was out yelling for me to come but I am a fast little puppy. My legs are short but I can really go fast and well, as long as I am faster than mamma I can run all afternoon!

First I ran to the neighbor’s house then into the back yard. The back yard was very muddy and mamma decided to come after me. She was not happy because, as I heard her telling Molly, she was up to her ankles in mud, I think she was exaggerating a bit but I did notice that she had a good pair of shoes on. I kept on running and then went out front for a bit and across the street to the school yard. Rusty later told me that mamma was threatening to give me away at that point. I have never seen my mamma so angry. Mamma went inside and Molly came out to yell for me, I thought maybe she was going to run with me, but no such luck…. Eventually mamma went back in the house….and soon I decided that it was time to come home.

When mamma came out to look for me again I was in the front yard and I ran to her as fast as I could, I thought she would be really happy to see me but she was mostly mad because when I jumped into her arms to greet her I forgot that I was a muddy mess and I got mud on her sweater, her pants and her jacket. I think that all that mud will come out in the washing machine but that didn’t seem to matter to mamma.

Well, we went into the house and before I knew what was happening mamma had me in the kitchen sink giving me a bath. I absolutely hate to have a bath. I really don’t think boys are supposed to like baths and I am definitely all boy! Usually I don’t have to get a bath unless mamma and papa are both home because it takes two people to keep me in the sink. Mamma was very determined by that point and I got a bath!

The next time I need a run, I will definitely stay out of the mud!